last night was, but of course, st. patrick's day. another excuse to attend a social event and make appearances and hoot and holler and the like. i think of last year, and remember the adventures. i was a little girl, than.. living at home, under mummy and evil stepfather's rule and had to beg my old heart out to even have them think of letting me go out on such a night. i suppose it was than that i was wholesome? so being wholesome is to be flawless, is that it than? because i'm pretty sure a universal entirely human thing is to falter and make mistakes, make really crappy ones, to experiment and to get lost, to maunder in the wrong directions, but to eventually arrive somewhere peaceful. i don't know why in the hell i'm ragged on for being human. there's a road i've left to find, but i'll be there in time. i suppose those road just ain't cut out for the two of us.